Luyện nghe bài hát Spare Parts I

Well, the dawn cracked hard like a bull-whip
'Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the before
And it shook out the
As the stew bums up like bounced checks
Rubbin' necks

And the sky turned the of Pepto-Bismol
Yeah, and the lots growled
My old sport full of promissory notes
And a receipt from a night motel

The hawk had his whole family out there, in the
And he got a message for you to
Kickin' ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion
Dishin' out than a good man can bear

And I got shoes untied, my out
Ain't got a ghost of a chance with old romance
an apartment for rent, down the block
And Theater with live burlesque
Man, the scowlin' with his feet on the desk
Boom, boom, against the curtain, still hurtin', ay, ay

And then push came to and shove came to biff
Girls like that just lay you out
Maybe I'll go to
And you know, get me a or somethin'
My brother-in-law there

And it's a skid mark tattoo on the blue
Was a Malibu?

Yeah, Liz Taylor and Montgomery Cliff
Coming on to the broads with the ol' riff, yeah
"Hey baby, why you come up to my place?
We'll to some smooth music on the stereo"
"No, thank you", she
"You got any Getz records?"
'No man, I got Brothers"

So I combed back my Detroit, up my pegs
I wiped my Stacy Adams and I jackknifed my
Yeah, I got designs on a movin'

baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind
And it's mighty cold
It's colder than a gut-shot bitch, wolf dog with nine pups
Pullin' a number 4 trap up a hill in the of winter
In the of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills

Well, I don't need you,
You see, it's a well known fact, you
I'm four to the wind, I'm glad you're gone
I'm you're gone 'cause I'm finally alone
you're gone but I wish you'd come home
Yeah, and I out of bed

'Cause the dawn was crackin' hard, just like a
And it wasn't takin' no lip the night before
Yeah, as it shook out the
And the stew bums showed up like bounced checks
Rubbin' their

And the sky turned the color of
And my old sport full of promissory notes
And the hawk had his whole out there, in the wind
He got a message for you to

Kickin' your ass in, in a cold fashion
He'll be dishin' out more than a good man can
Well, let's take it to
Get a apartment somewhere